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squander-scent

I am sunken in the campfire waters  

Nature's bitch - I inhale a fly  
it tastes like hunger and desperation  
 
I am alone at the water's edge  
smokey and bent with spiders  
that have taken shelter  
in my tangle of hair  
 
We are one  
and I am unafraid  
of the venom in my bones  
that creak like youth turned to dirt  
with misery  
 
You are a vampire  
stateless  
and wandering the urban wilds  
 
I have run a million miles  
to squander my scent with cigarettes and campfires  
but still you call my name  
 
(C) Indie Adams 2014
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 10th Apr 2014
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